Lady America vs Islamica (adult content possible)

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[center]OOC: This post is very long compared to what I usually do, so I apologize. I have broken it into two sections (1st is her origin, 2nd is WWIII breakout), so I guess it is better if you read the 1st section then go get something to eat or watch a movie or something then read the 2nd section later. This is also a 18 and over story that may involve graphic violence (and possibly sexual stuff) at some point.

Section One[/center]

[center]Just who is Lady America?[/center]

Lady America was born Lisa Ann Foster in Stone Orchard, Georgia, to Paul and Bonnie Foster. She was an only child that grew up in a nice blue collar middle class neighborhood. Her dad was a former Marine Corps Colonel and her mother a former Major in the Air Force. Hard work, exercise, and academia was ingrained in young Lisa from the day she was born. Growing up she enjoyed a life full of great friends, amazing family, and fun times. She had her boyfriends here and there like any other girl and was blessed to live in a environment void of strife, poverty, and drama. A very normal life is what she had, with the occasional phase of rebellion that always happens.

In High School she proved herself to be an outstanding athlete and pretty book smart. A few schools even offered her a scholar-athlete scholarship but she passed on it. Her true love was for the military. She saw how well being in the military worked for her parents and other family members and decided to join too. It was free college too so it all worked out. After graduating High School she signed up and was promptly shipped off to basic training. She was a stellar recruit and had high praise for her Drill Sergeants on graduation day for the Army basic training and advanced training school. She had decided to be a MP (Military Police).

She enjoyed her life as a Soldier and her career path. At night she studied Criminal Justice and Psychology using the Army's free tuition program. Within 6 years she made it to Staff Sergeant and had a degree in Criminal Justice. That was also the year the Army finally opened up Special Forces for women. She signed up first and was selected to train for it. Despite the obvious hurdles of being the only woman in a often male chauvinistic and harsh a harsh training environment, she excelled at her chosen craft of Weapons Specialist. Then again, she had trained her ass off. Going into the school she stood 6 feet tall and weighed 163 pounds of toned ripped muscle. Nothing was going to stop her from becoming the first ever female Special Forces operator in the U.S. Army. And nothing did.

She graduated and earned the love and respect of her fellow comrades, many of whom often treated her like crap because of her gender. It was during this time that trouble was brewing in the Middle East. This man known as Mohamed Mabus was going on a mad power grab and slaughtering terrorist organizations. Some liked him. Some didn't. Lisa was indifferent to him. She was more worried about the economic peril America was in at the time. There was a lot of social and civil unrest. Lots of chaos in pockets across the country that slowly, over time became larger. As this happened, she started going on top secret missions abroad.

She did her job. Was great at it. Little did she know that her worried government was eying her for this highly questionable and advanced experiment. She was invited to an interview and what was explained to her left her feeling like her entire sense of reality had been shattered. There before her sat a panel of the world's brightest minds and perhaps a few psychotic ones. They enlightened her on the possibility of making a human being a super being. That they had the technology and grasp of knowledge to do what was once only dreamt about in movies and comic books. She needed a better sales pitch than that and they gave it to her by showing her video of animals they had experimented on.

It blew her away. The things she saw were unfathomable. Yes, they even showed her a video of how they made it so a pig can fly at will. What they failed to tell her was that they had already been experimenting on human subjects, but all of those experiments had been a failure, often leading to death or psychosis. It took Lisa three months of soul searching and deep thought to accept being experimented on in such a way. But in the end she decided she would do it. At that point she had no children, no husband, no boyfriend, and her parents had both passed away several years apart. The only thing she was living for was the Army and her love of country. When she met with them again, long story short they handed her what appeared to be a restaurant menu and on it was the list of powers they were going to try to give her. The list read like this:

~ Super Human Strength
~ Super Human Speed
~ Super Human Dexterity
~ Super Human Reflexes
~ Fast Healing (Super Regeneration Capability)
~ Flight
~ Control Over Elements (semi telekenisis)

They also told her a suit had been made for her that would facilitate these powers. Such as flight and control of elements. She could not harness those powers unless she wore the suit and learned how to use it. Once they presented it to her, she initially said no. It hugged her frame too tight. It was virtually painted on her instead of worn. Sure, it showed off her absolutely gorgeous, powerful musculature, but it was so damn tight she could barely breathe in it. However, after wearing it more she liked it. The suit gave her a lot of freedom of movement that her previous body armor suit had not. It was also very sexy and made her feel even sexier. They even gave her a cape in the shape and design of the American flag so she could keep with American culture tradition. The suit in question is a one piece blue outfit that is super duper skin tight. It has a zipper in the back that zips up/down from mid way up her back. Across her moderately, not too big but not too small chest, is the American Flag. Long red gloves cover her hands and arms up to the elbow. Red boots cover her up to the knee.

Around the waist made into the suit itself is a belt that has special qualities to it. There's three different buttons onit - one green, one gold, and one red. The one on the right is for flight, the one on the left was manufactured by HARP and if you push it and focus on natural elements it links with your mind so you can control them, the button in middle is for a force field to block high impact firearms like rockets and missiles and other weapons. The suit itself is bullet proof also.

Of course none it this happened over night. They went down the list with her one at a time to let her body and mind adjust to the changes. It took two years just to get it all right enough for her body and mind to even cooperate with each other at such high levels. it was a very painful process too. Her body often hurt and she felt sick more times than not. They wanted her to come up with a nick name so she decided on Lady America since Islam hates ladies and hates America, what better way to get under their skin than to get beaten by two things they hate the most at the same time.

Then came the tests to see how well she could use them. By this time WWIII was in full swing and America was becoming desperate. They had survived the EMP attacks in their area but were still up shit creek, and Lisa was having a terrible time in her test runs. When she used her super speed and would often dash through walls or eat pavement because her coordination was off. She could hardly drink anything because she would often punch herself in the face when merely lifting a drink bottle to her lips, she literally didn't know her own strength level anymore. It was a very painful and frustrating time that took far, far too long to get used to. But after five years she had it nailed down and it came at a not a moment too soon.

Mohamed had conquered most of Europe by the 4th year of WWIII. The government quickly sent her over for her first assignment, which was to help out the French at the Marne River. She went disguised as a French soldier to hide the fact of what she had become. The government didn't want her being made out yet, in the event things went south. Fortunately it didn't, and she helped them beat back the Muslim advance without showing off too much of her powers, but in the end she could not help them fend off so many. There was simply too many in too many different areas. She also had not reached her full potential of her powers. The next assignment came and she helped the United Kingdom in their near victory over the invading Muslims. But as with before, Mohamed attacked at too many different angles and too many times, with too many men and weapons. It was like he had an endless supply of everything. And once again she had disguised herself as a soldier to keep everything a secret.

When she returned back to the states the government decided to let her be known to her fellow military members and announced what she had done. Morale was raised. She even put on demonstrations for those still in disbelief. A new wave of excitement swept through the ranks of the military and it also reached the ears and eyes of the citizens. Soon she was a regular celebrity. This could not have come at a better time either, because intel from across the pond spoke of Mohamed's build up to invade North America from the east and west coasts. Lady America tried in vain to locate and assassinate Mohamed Mabus several times. She wound up killing several of his decoys but never him. When words hit the main land that Mohamed's forces had set sail for North America, she as well as her friends in Canada and those south of the border got ready to rock and roll.

Here is a good gist of what her uniform looks like, with the only differences being instead of a star on her chest it is the American Flag, she wears no mask, is physically more built and athletic, has a American flag cape, and usually keeps her hair in a Katniss Everdeen braid style over the left shoulder.

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Here are her specifics also in case you missed it:
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 160 (athletic/toned/muscle)
Medium sized breasts
Blonde Hair
Blue Eyes
A tiny smattering of freckles on her cheeks that make her look even more cute

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[center]Section Two[/center]

Mohamed Mabus sat upon his throne in Constantinople with his cold heart and sinister eyes locked dead on with the mammoth array of television screens flanking his left and right. A smile swam across his handsome 50 year old features as he watched the latest events unfold on live television. His forces, 14 million strong known as the Islamic Caliphate, had finally breached the shores of the American east cost on board an ungodly armada of Russian and Chinese vessels both grand and small. This pivotal moment had been over two decades in the making, even longer actually, for the horrible man in the blue turban and robes.

For him it all started in 2017 when he rose to power quickly in Iran. The charismatic Mabus swooned the populace with spellbinding speeches and convinced them to revolt one more time like their forefathers had done but failed so many times before. This time it worked. The government was over thrown. Thrust upon the powerful young man was the terrible burden to build a legacy. Almost immediately, he sat his gaze upon Iraq and the terrorist group known as ISIS. The terrorist organization had long went unchecked by weak presidents and rulers of the western nations, leaving Iraq as well and Syria, Egypt, and a few other Middle Eastern countries to fall under the complete control of the barbaric ISIS and their sympathizers.

In 2018 Mabus did what the rest of the world was too afraid to do. He led a campaign to rid the Middle East of ISIS and any others of like mind to ISIS. It was a bloody, brutal war that cost many lives on all sides. Atrocities were committed on both sides and tensions flared between Mabus's ever growing millions strong army and the west. By 2021 it was done. Mabus personally led the charge like he always did and rooted out the last remaining terrorists. Many called his crusade nothing more than genocide, some called it liberation, while others considered it ethnic cleansing. Regardless, he had done the world a favor whether they liked it or not.

Of course Mohamed would have never been able to do such a thing prior to that point, but luckily for him many of the western nations had come under severe economic woes, and in doing so had cut their military numbers drastically to allocate that money elsewhere. Nobody was really in a position to challenge him except for Russia and China, a fact that was not lost on him. Having conquered ISIS in Iraq, Egypt, Syria, and parts of Africa he now had control over their natural resources, oil being the most famous one, and he intended to use it as a bargaining chip. And indeed he did.

He became bed fellows with Russia and China in hardly no time at all. It was a pretty easy sell for him. Russia and China got key export of natural resources in the Middle East that he controls, and in return they gave him military equipment, weaponry, technology, advisers, ships, missiles, and virtually anything he wanted. It worked splendidly. Mohamed swiftly saw his 2 million strong army of warring Muslims swell to double that strength, then tripled by 2030. The larger his army grew the more land he conquered while the west remained weak economically and with social uprisings among other things. By 2035 Mohamed had spread his power through all of the Middle East. Nation after nation fell at his hands, mostly from just flat out surrendering. Mabus had timed everything perfectly. Genius. In 2036 it finally happened, the nations in the Middle East had all fallen to his rule either willingly or by force and Mabus effectively renamed the lands the "Islamic Caliphate".

For four years he built up his army of 9 million strong, because a blood lust had risen in his heart. He wanted to do what none of his forefathers had been able to do. He wanted to take the west. All of it. Every blade of grass. Every grain of sand. To avenge the disgrace his ancestors felt when they pushed into Europe and were repelled. To right the injustices of the past. And, of course, to also feed his massive ego. He would accomplish this feat by any means necessary, including using the same methods as the savages he once destroyed. He had become, in a sense, possessed. Even while he built his army up, he was putting the end game plan in motion. Over time, Mabus's men were able to smuggle in EMPs to European countries and into the Americas also. These EMPs, which are the bane or Achille's Heel of the west, were hidden and stowed away until the given time to attack was called.

On January, 1, 2041 at 2:06 AM, World War III began. It wasn't a nuke. It wasn't an official declaration in front of a large delegation. No, it was targeted, coordinated, small scale EMP attacks that wiped out the power grids of some strategic cities in Europe. The Naval fleets of the west also fell victim to the attack, rendering them virtually dead in the waters of the Mediterranean and Black seas. By day break the coastlines of Greece, Turkey, and Romania were invaded. They were caught off guard. Chaos ensued. The seemingly endless armada of ships and muslim men rolled into Europe like a dark, ominous cloud and instantly brought destruction. The world came to a screeching halt. The images and videos that started circulating on the news showed some of the worst acts of barbarism in human history.

European women were dragged into the streets where they were treated to the cruelest forms of savagery ever wrought, right in broad daylight. At the hands of the Islamic Caliphate, death visited and it did not discriminate against skin color, gender, sexual orientation, age, or even religious affiliation. They killed, raped, and pillaged. Military and law enforcement fought best they could, bravely in the face of insurmountable numbers and took down many of Mabus's men, but ultimately they were swallowed up by the sheer force in numbers and quality weaponry. In just that single day, over twelve thousand were dead and massacred.

The only thing that troubled him during the initial push was the information from Russian and Chinese spies in the United States. They informed him that the U.S. had started experimenting with real life "super human" formulas, and had been for a few years with no success. However, they had recently struck gold and one was a success. Only one though. A female. Mohamed knew America was too weak to take him on in conventional warfare, but the idea that they could do the unthinkable by creating a god like humanized weapon greatly stressed him. Something like that could single handily change the war he'd just started. The cruel ruler set out in a fury and gathered the best scientists, physicians, bio-genetics geniuses and the whole nine yards to replicate what the Americans had done. He had good inside intel on the "super soldier" already and kept those pieces in place as the experiments were conducted. The race was on but he had to see this super soldier to believe it, since such a thing was not mentioned in the Koran, but still he figured it be better to plan for the just in case scenario.

Fearing that the Americans success might hamper his goals sooner rather than later, he set out on a mad dash through Europe. He toppled city after city, nation after nation. Some offered stiff resistance, proving much more formidable than those of his conquests in the Middle East, but in the end his army simply had too many numbers and too many weapons. Others rolled over and submitted to Islam, and even took up arms against their fellow countrymen as an act of loyalty to their conquerors. By 2043 he had forced his way into Poland, Germany, France, Bulgaria, Italy and the surrounding lands and provinces. Rivers and roads were stained with the blood of Europe's citizens and soldiers, their young and old. Headless torsos, limbs, and innards could be seen scattered in the roads and alleys for miles around.

It was when his forces reached the Marne river in France that they met their stiffest resistance. The French had gotten smart. Over time they had taken the vehicles they could no longer use due to the EMP attacks and pushed them into huge blocking formations by sheer numbers of people and with help from very old vehicles that had proved impervious to the EMPs. They also booby trapped the river itself, leaving a nasty surprise for Mohamed and his men. And when Mabus came upon the scene, he noticed the French and other allied forces retreating with fear in their eyes. It was a ruse on their part, but enough of one that Mabus was fooled.

Instead of having his men remove the blockade, he sent them climbing over it in mass numbers and into the river. The trap was sprung and before he knew it the daisy chain of explosions went off for miles and miles. Metal, earth, heat, fire, water and rocks impacted thousands deep into his ranks, killing many score of thousands and maiming even more. For the first time in his life he had been defeated in battle and was forced into a tactical retreat. But for France it was a tactic that blew their wad, and Mabus knew it.

Before long he regrouped and outflanked the French and allied forces, attacking them from five sides by land and sea. Seven months of the most hellish fighting ever witnessed to man ensued, with France and their allies giving as good as they were getting, until alas Mohamed's siege and man power were just too much. The allies hadn't had air power in years due to the EMP attack, had they had them it would have turned the tide in their favor. None surrendered to him. All perished. Hundreds of thousands. And just like that, the rest of the countries in that area fell along side them, to include Spain. Only the United Kingdom managed to stand up to him, for a time. He lost 1.3 million men to King William and the armies of the UK and the remnants of other allies that'd come to their aid. It still wasn't enough. After a year and a half all of Western Europe was consumed and defeated.

Having subdued the Middle East, Africa, Eastern Europe, Central Europe, and Western Europe, Mabus brought his push to a halt. His forces had taken quite a beating also in the battles. He set up his throne and base of power in Constantinople (Turkey) and sat himself there to rejuvenate before venturing into the Americas and beyond.

That was then, this is now, the present day. He grinned like the Devil himself as his men landed ashore the eastern coast of North America with an armada so large that from an airel view it looked like large floating land masses of concrete and steel. Mohamed stood up and waited with anticipation as he watched his men lay boots on the precious soil of his prized conquest to come. The unfathomable was about to happen. Growing up he heard about the mighty American land mass. How nobody could invade it and succeed. That America was too big, the people too brave and witty to be subdued, even a famous Japanese General once said that if they invaded America there would be a rifle behind every blade of grass. He was about to prove them all wrong. After all, the gun control act that was finally made law in America had effectively taken away the citizens ability to defend themselves. So there went the whole rifle behind every blade of grass theory.

What greeted his forces on the coasts wasn't a defiant nation. Not a single shot rang out from the last strong hold of free men. Mabus stilled himself in his throne room. His eyes shifted side to side at every screen. It was so incredibly anti climatic. Even his own men stopped in their tracks and looked around with the same perplexity as he showed a world away. Many started popping off shots at the beach and beyond, hoping to get a reaction out of anyone who was trying to do a tricky ambush on them. Nothing happened in return. It quickly became evident that the fierce American warriors had lost their will already, or were picking their spot and lying in wait.

The answer came from an unlikely source. A single woman. A woman dressed in a one piece tight blue suit that might as well have been body paint instead of solid material. An American flag stretched across the chest area of the 6 foot tall, 160 pound athletically built, blue eyed, blonde haired dynamo. Long red gloves covered her hands and arms up to her elbows and complimenting them were red boots that ended about the knee. A cape on her back in the shape and style of the American flag completed her "outfit". She hovered 1,000 feet above the seemingly endless convoy of men and ships and extended one hand toward the sea and the other toward the sand of the beach on the Carolina coast, then slowly descended. Her gloved hands began to glow a gold color and her eyes narrowed angrily yet with firm concentration.

The sea began to buck as she took control of its elements, her will bending it to her liking. The tides swelled suddenly, waves arcing high and menacing, scaring the ever loving shit out of the men that had yet to lay feet upon the sand. She hurled the waves against the ships and onto them. The massive floating cities of Russian and Chinese made material crashed and slammed against one another, and in some cases on top of each other. Panic set in quick among the Islamic Caliphate. Their ships began to break and sink. Many a man fell into the sea and drown. Others became crushed between the failing ships. The hundreds that had made it on land before the waves went bat shit crazy served none too better. Out of nowhere, while they watched in horror at the disaster in the sea, huge pillars of sand compacted beneath them and shot up skyward, sending the men rocketing hundreds of feet into the air.

The men fell to their deaths screaming, crying, some shouting praise to Allah. The pillars of sand, hundreds of them, and the waves of chaos continued for half an hour, leaving thousands dead and even more wounded. But the woman's concentration had its limits against such a large force. It was time now for her countrymen to do their part. She flew back over the hills and five miles to the nearest rendezvous point, then gave the signal, a simple thumbs up. A force many tens of thousands strong of America's bravest souls - men, women, and even children of various ages and colors, as well as a large contingent of the military set out in a rampant dash to their positions. Old vehicles not touched by the EMP attacks that hit America were outfitted with weaponry of all manner from machine guns to rocket launchers, like something right out of Mad Max. Half of the vehicles roared onto the hills overlooking the beaches while the other half sped onto the beaches itself and laid waste to the retreating masses.

This superheroine, known as Lady America, flew fast as she could up the east coast, repeating the same actions as she had did on the Carolina coast, which slowly allowed American troops and the populace to gun down, run down, and mow down the invading Muslims. It was turning into a route. One of the biggest military disasters in history. Mabus trembled and dropped to his knees when he saw Lady America on the screen. His spies had been right. The rumor was true. The Americans had developed a real life superheroine. In his fear and dread he had forgotten all about the experiments he'd had his Russian and Chinese friends helping him with, of the same nature as Lady America. The only problem was, he didn't know if it would work. In a rage he decided to gamble on it and made urgent contact with the men in the labs and ordered them to release Islamica. He ordered them to send her to the West Coast since the East Coast of America had been lost in a humiliating defeat.

Lady America continued to fly up and down the east coast making sure her fellow patriots held strong and they did. She marveled at how easy it was for her to crush so many of Mabus's men, and relished in the sight of nearly the entire east coast turned red from the blood of the Islamic Caliphate. As she got closer to the south eastern coast, she saw an alarming site. A small contingent of Islamic forces had managed to land in Florida and unloaded a long row of Russian and Chinese tanks. The beasts of war were already heading up the beach head toward the evacuated cities and she knew the small force of Americans would be unable to stop them.

Instead of swooping in low and challenging them from in front using concentration, she opted to attack from the back. Lady America flew down and landed onto the last tank in the convoy and ripped the turret completely off. A burst of gun fire ripped out at her but the projectile defeating shimmering force field around her and the suit itself forced the bullets harmlessly away. Lady America reached in and flung the guy out, sending him tumbling ass over head like a shot rabbit miles into the sea. From there she grabbed the barell-cannon with both hands and used the huge turret section like the end of a golf club. One by one she went up the convoy yelling "FORE" while doing her best Tiger Woods power golf swing attempt.

The tanks flew and tumbled through the air, crushing the occupants inside and crunching the dismounted folks as they ambled out of the landing crafts. This contingent quickly gave up and retreated. Lady America thought about chasing them down and destroying them too, but she knew she had to make sure the west coast was in good shape. Confident that the east now had things under control and were celebrating victory, she set course for the west coast. She went at full speed like Super Man or so she fancied it to herself and wept tears of joy the entire way. The east coast had been secured so well. It was just such a devastating defeat for Mohamed that she even pinched herself to see if she was dreaming.

The west coast was actually the stronger coast to defend. The Americans knew Mabus was going to throw the majority of his ships and "go to" stuff toward the east coast since it is closer to his main invasion force and easier to get to. So what the American forces did to the west coast was booby trap the waters with old WWII era explosives and make shift Vietnam style bobby traps on the beaches and land. And even if the muslims made it past all that, they were going to run into IEDS and Vbieds when they encroached into the congested buildings of the cities. They knew Lady America was going to be busy on the east coast for a while helping them out, so they made sure to have all their ducks in a row to not become a liability.

And unlike their east coast counterparts, they didn't hide five miles back. They didn't have a superheroine looking over their shoulder. No, they made themselves known. Old WWI and WWII era tanks and mad max style old vehicles dotted the landscape most of the way down the western coast. Genders, ages, races, and human of all variety from young to old and healthy to handicapped stood primed and ready. For the first time in American history there was no more racism, sexism, wealth inequality, or status diversity. They were all in it together in victory or defeat.

As Lady America rocketed toward the coast she had a thought that troubled her. Mabus had an air force, albeit it small and pathetic and ultimately unneeded since the air forces of the west had been grounded or destroyed, yet she had not seen any of it in his main invasion force. To her, it only meant one thing. He had placed them with the force going to the west coast. She pushed herself harder and made it to the west coast. What she found shocked her. There was no invasion force. Her patriotic brethern and sistern roared and cheered her as she flew by to show her support for them too.

This doesn't seem right She thought. On instinct she headed out to sea and flew 20,000 feet into the air. There she saw it in the distance. A ominous sight. A single Mig Russian jet carrying a massive bomb under it. Lady knew it was too massive to be a regular bomb so she dipped low and flew up under it. Her enchanting blue eyes nearly shot out of her head when she inspected it. The damn thing was a nuke. The son of a bitch is going to nuke the coast then flank the north and south tips of the country! she thought, and she was correct. Her first reaction was to rip it off and toss it into the sea, but she wasn't sure she could survive a point blank nuke blast if she triggered something when yanking it off, despite her god like powers.

Then the proverbial light bulb went off above her head. She had an idea crazy enough that it just might work. In a instant, she flipped positions and flew with the pilot and jet below her. She knocked on the windshield and waved at the young man in the cockpit. He took one look at her and, not even knowing who she was, fainted from the sheer unbelievably of the moment. Lady ripped the glass off and flung him out of the aircraft, discarding him like he was nothing more than a empty candy wrapper being tossed into the rubbish bin.

The jet started to wobble out of control but Lady America was able to use her super human strength, speed, and flight to not only control it but to also turn it around. She escorted it back from whence it came and upon seeing the huge land masses of ships sitting still in the ocean, she kept flying to the point she was past them and had went undetected. She whipped back around so that she was behind the last row of ships, all of which were conveniently full of aircraft and attack helicopters as she'd anticipated. Without missing a beat she dove downward and knocked out the power to the nuke clad jet and angled it just right, then released it with a hard shove toward the ships carrying the air crafts.

As soon as she did, she got the hell out of there. Never had she flown so fast and with such urgency. About 7 seconds later everything got bright around her and she felt a small bit of heat, then a small blast. She had distanced herself enough to get out of the way and she wasn't about to turn around to investigate anything. A short time later she reached the coast and started to spread the good news.

Mohamed Mabus:

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To Be Continued by Islamica.
OOC: Yes you can leave comments between our posts if you want. We'd love to hear about things you may have seen in our posts that you like, or something we could have done in a certain situation that we could implement in future stories. Thanks all.
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This... sounds kind of like a super-right-wing revenge novel, but... I remain tentatively interested.
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LOL When I went back over and read it, I pretty much said the same thing as you did, and I wrote the first part here.. I didn't mean it to turn out that way though. And I don't think it will in the long run. But if it does, meh, oh well... free expression in writing, no rules against it.
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You say, we'd, so i presume you have a collaboration going with someone.

Seems like a reasonably fun read so far. Feels more like a listing of facts, than real story telling at the moment, but that may just be my read on it. Just a discussion of a lot of facts on what happens in the story, and little dialogue to help us get invested in the characters and story.

The character's look sort of reminds me of American Dream (marvel character).
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At the order of the commander, a female figure, tall, but a foot and a half shorter than Lady America took to the sky. She was the culmination of gene therapy, selective genetics, occult sciences and other experiments on a number of human subjects. The woman was clad in a skintight black leather uniform, boots and gloves, her face masked, her yes covered as well as her nose. She was their secret weapon, she had been held back from the battles, removed from official sources and reports. Very few knew about her existence, and even fewer knew about her abilities. She stood 5’6”.

= Flight
= Fast Healing
= Invisibility
= Mental control over objects
= Limb “elasticity”
= Absorption/Redistribution of Energy

She flew out over the ocean and saw the American heroine toss the plane, but due to her invisibility was unseen by the enemy. She was the woman fly away. She did not have the strength to catch or stop the plane, but no matter. She looked at the plane and it stopped its decent and “threw” it far and away to the north where it would do no damage to her countrymen.

She then corrected her course and sped after the fleeing heroine. She slowed her approach to avoid radar and other sensors, but soon found her soon-to-be-foe. Lady America was in the middle of an airfield near a city. Islamica did not care what it was called. All she knew was the city and the airbase provided weapons that she could use against the blue-clad woman. That woman attacked her soldiers, her people, and for that she must be punished.

At a ½ mile out Islamica became visible as she streaked towards her foe. She was not quiet, and several people saw her flying towards Lady America. The blond woman turned and saw Islamica heading towards her. She did not move, either ego, or pride. Islamica turned mid-air and slammed her booted feet into Lady America’s large chest. Islamica easily landed on her feet as she watched Lady America slam into the wall of one of the buildings on the airfield. Her back making a large “dent” in the wall.
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The celebration between Lady America and her people was short lived. Amid the hooting and hollering of the cheering masses, a very audible sound came through. To the armed citizens of America it sounded like nothing more than a flock of turkeys frantically gobbling, but Lady understood it for what it was. Her years in the U.S. Army Special Forces before she became Lady America had earned her knowledge in a few languages, and one of those was Arabic. Her brows furrowed downward and her ears bent favor toward the declaration of war the person was proclaiming. The Paragon of American Might spun on her heels toward the source and honed in on an outrageous sight.

It was a human being flying toward her with no visible jet back or any source of smoke or fire to identify a means of propulsion. What she could make out, however, was the Islamic garb the woman wore. Concerned for the safety of her people, Lady America shouted instructions over her left shoulder then her right to the commanders nearby. Her orders were simple: fall back to a safer position until Lady America could figure out what this person.. or... thing... was, and not to fire until she gave the order. She didn't want any more chaos going on than need be, but one thing was for sure, the speeding body was heading right for her.

Lady America stood her ground. Proud. Confident. Murica. She put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest defiantly. That big ole American Flag that stretches across her breasts stuck out like a bullseye for Islamica as the superheroine smirked. Instead of joining her in the air, Lady stayed put and slid her thumb over the button on her belt that activates the shimmering force field. If she planned it right and her timing remained impeccable like it always is, she would be able to initiate the shimmer shield a split second before impact and send the crazy person hurtling back from whence they came. She did as planned and pressed the button at the moment she desired. Nothing happened. No protection came.

Lady America's magnificent mammaries erupted into pain when the pedal extremities of hatred careened into her. For the first time in years she felt pain and affliction for a split second before her fast healing powers kicked in and negated the effects of blow. She went rocketing backwards. Though having the power of flight, Lady couldn't regain enough of her balance and coordination in time and slammed into the side of a metal building. She put a hell of a dent in it but was fine after a few seconds and slowly pulled herself out of it, a bit confused and frustrated as to why her force field didn't work and how powerful the blow itself was. She quickly remembered she'd never turned the belt button off after her dealings on the east coast earlier. It had run out of charges.

She happened to look down and welled up with anger and a twinge of embarrassment at seeing the two dirty, messy boot prints her attacker left over the precious American flag sprawled across her chest. For the first time since donning the supersuit, the flag, one of the very cornerstones of her identity and uniform, had been soiled, besmirched, and defamed. Previously not so much as a grain of sand had stained the flag that will stand forever. Aside from that, she'd actually been knocked off her feet, another thing that hadn't happened since her transition from Staff Sergeant Lisa Foster to Lady America.

Furious that this Islamic turd had, in the space of a second, scored two very minor victories over her, the Paragon of the Red, White, and Blue sped forward tearing up the ground in her wake. Her powerful legs churned and much to her surprise Islamica did the same toward her, despite the Jihadist being smaller. Neither swayed from their course and plowed right into each other. The impact was audible for a long distance and sent Lady America flying backwards a good distance. Islamica fared worse, having been flung a greater distance. Lady sat up, further confused about her foe. In a swift bid to figure out what she is up against and to get more in depth, she pressed another button on her belt and focused on the area of earth surrounding Islamica.

In the blink of an eye, Lady America used her powers over the elements to conjure a mixture of rock, dirt, tarmac and pavement into thick, chain like bindings that wrapped around Islamica and trapped her in place. From there Lady America ripped into her, using the woman's head like a pro boxer's speed bag. The punches came in bunches, eye blinding fast and powerful. "What are you?!?!?" she roared. America's go-to girl spun in place and delivered a super powerful open palmed BITCH slap, "ANSWER ME, GOAT SUCKER! WHAT ARE YOU AND HOW MANY OTHERS ARE THERE LIKE YOU?" she screamed.

It was important for her to retrieve such information because she could use it to potentially track down Mohamed Mabus himself and vanquish him from the land of the living. Then she noticed something about Islamica and cocked her head to the side like a confused puppy. It was odd and forced to her to take a step back to investigate further.

TBCB Islamica
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Islamica had charged the American woman for a reason. She knew she would get the worst of it, but she knew her healing would take care of most of the damage. She needed the impact energy, which the slam and throwback gave her.

As she lay there, her body recovering from the hit, her body on the warm dirt, energy being stored away, she saw her boot prints on the breasts of her foe, and the angry look in her eye.

“Perfect.” She thought. She will not be thinking, just wanting revenge. As she felt the debris around her form into chains. Thy were strong, too strong for her to break out of, even if she did put out her newly acquired energy. But she had small spaces around her body that she could move, and twist out of. She watched the patriotic pussy come closer.

Islamica saw her boot prints clearly now on her clean uniform. She smiled to herself as she now had a way to defeat her foe. She looked around and spotted exactly what she needed. All she needed was a bit of time.

As Lady America came up to her, she saw that the skintight, leather clad body of Islamica was held by the chains, one above and below her large, firm breasts, her toned legs wrapped in the debris. The shiny black encased thighs straining slightly, the muscles constricted, her boots sliding over each other slightly as she tried to get free, the chains containing them, digging slightly into the muscle. The dark, smoldering eyes of the Islamic enemy watching her as she approached.

Islamica’s head shook from the blows, but said nothing as she absorbed the pain and more energy from the punches. She had trained herself to move past the pain and concentrate. A small pile of the dirt was forming to her side, slowly being collected. Two large planks of wood from a nearby construction pile moved slowly across the ground to a place behind her.

As Lady America paused and took a step back, her eyes saw one of the hands of her foe move around the chains and wave at her.

Islamica refused to answer. But she thought: “Oh, my American bitch, if the strike on your breasts upset you…”

The pile of dirt flew into Lady America’s eyes as the two planks behind her slammed hard into her tight ass. They reared back and spanked her again and then a third time. The sound of the hard blows carrying across the field.

When her sight clears, Islamica was standing in front of her, chains on the ground.
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Lady America's oculars glared at the arrogant woman waving at her. How could someone so trapped and helpless be so arrogant enough to wave? she thought. The American balled up her mighty fists and set off to "interrogate" the Islamic bitch once more when out of nowhere blinding dirt flew into her sea blue eyes. The unseen attack stopped her mid step and she urgently pried at her peepers to get the gunk out. She slouched forward a little bit, feeling out in front of herself as she bent over slightly. It was a defensive maneuver even if it was a token one. All the while she cursed the name of Allah.

The sudden, stinging pain ripped across Lady America's unprotected rear end and wafted through her back. She yelped like an injured puppy and took flight a few inches off the ground without willing herself to do so. Her mouth flew agape, blinded eyes bulging from their sockets like something out of a cartoon. The board attack had taken the usually astute Lady completely by surprise. And it didn't stop there. Before she could react, another board repeated the attack, swatting her out of the air and onto her hands and knees. Both huge wooden planks then wound back far for the swing to end all swings and double stacked against each other. Lady reached back to rub or protect her rear end, possibly both, but the planks made it to her derriere before she could and sent her into another, louder yelp as they impacted and forced her to skid across the ground eating a mouthful of earth.

Lady America instantly popped up to her feet madder than a wet hen, her vision still blurred and stinging. Her enemy had been bound without escape yet somehow manged to move around giant planks, and on top of that got the drop on her. The Paragon of Power's face turned so red that a apple would be jealous. Her teeth came together in a grinding mesh of fury. Rage steam could virtually explode out of her ears at any moment. Her now large dirty blue eyes peered at her wiggling foe then shot over to the planks themselves. It was better to eliminate the Jihadist's weapons before resuming their little chat. Using a super burst of speed she blurred to them and drove a fist into one, uppercut style. It shattered into tiny splinters.

Lady grabbed the next one and tried to swing it around to blast her ensnared foe, figuring it was just as good as any interrogation tool, but it resisted her some and caused her to pause for a moment. "What in the reddest of red hells????" she huffed, flustered and furious before resuming. Summoning an abundance of strength she managed to get it swirling but the object flew off course and shattered to pieces against a tree. The momentum almost sent Lady America into a stumble but she caught herself and straightened her power pose to what it is supposed to be. That didn't go down the way she wanted it to but both weapons had been destroyed and that was all that mattered.

Lady America spun on her heels toward her captive only to find the bindings on the ground, rendered useless by a dogged and determined enemy that was nowhere to be seen. The mighty Red, White, and Blue warrior jerked her maddened head side to side, her eyes now healthy again scanning every nook and cranny nearby. Finding not a trace of her fleeing adversary, she stormed toward the elemental chains. Maybe if she could investigate them she could see how the woman escaped or possibly find some foot tracks nearby. She leaned down to pick them up.

*CRRRRUUNNCCHHHHH*

Her nose was slammed with crippling pain that shot up through her entire brain case. Her head and body stiffened upright and went rigid for a moment, snapped back like whiplash from a car accident. The invisible and powerful kneecap had found its mark. The American stumbled back but her regeneration properties promptly took care of the blood and pain that had left her reeling for a split second. After shaking it off, Lady took several wild swings at the area where the blow came from, finding no purchase whatsoever. She also looked pretty silly trying to punch out the air around her. She was incensed. Enraged. Her poise had deteriorated for now. Islamica had been standing in front of her that whole time, an option Lady had overlooked in her haste and anger.

She seethed and ranted..."Show yourself, heffer. Don't be a coward like your fake ass moon god."
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Islamica smiles as she appears ten feet in front of Lady America.

"I fear no one, woman." She says as she watches her foe. She keeps her distance as she walks around her.

"mmm.. nice outfit... pity I got it so dirty..."

She moved into a fighting stance.

"Come here my soon to be bitch..."
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"If not so scared why'd you go blinky blinky on me?" She asked with a small little smirk on her face. She'd gotten under islamica's skin. "And why so far away?"

Lady America began to circle her, taking in the sight of the smaller woman. The snide remarks made by islamica about the superheroines dity clothes made Lady a little mad but she played it off cool. "I'd rather have dirtied up clothes than to hide my face behind a veil you ugly ass water retaining sea cow"

Lady shook her head no at the Arab woman's challenge. "Nope. Been going there past few minutes. You clearly do not want to tussle with this mighty American. But since I'm feeling generous and you only want to fight on coward terms, here's a compromise."

Lady put her hands behind her back and slowly walked forward a little bit, then leaned forward offering her chin to the weak little pipsqueak. She then closed her eyes.

"Gimme your best shot."
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Islamica smiles as she sees the chin and the ego of her enemy. She quickly grabs the Lady's head and pulls her close to her, getting her a bit off balance and aiming her boot right up and between her legs, striking her crotch hard. She pulls her head down now as she shows her dex as she continues Lady' America's head pull and tries to get her onto the ground.
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Due to the ultra sensitive nature of her most private of places, Lady's fast healing capabilities were delayed a little bit. The blow between her legs sent a plethora of pain through her pelvis and stomach regions, and left her teetering a little bit. Her powerful, succulent legs went inward, knees smacking with an audible sound, the rest of her body wanting nothing more than to implode in on itself and resign her to the ground. A loud "Ooooof" escaped the blue clad dynamo's voluptuous lips.

Any other woman would have completely wilted from such a strike but Lady America isn't any other woman. She is a superheroine. The affliction subsided relatively quick and suddenly the realization hit; the Arab woman was a lot dumber than she had thought. Being a good 6 inches shorter than the Mighty American and of smaller frame, she still had a hold of Lady's head and was actually trying to power grapple her to the ground. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

Lady American surged to an upright stance and brought her forearms up with her, blasting away Islamica's arms from underneath and freeing herself of the predicament she was in. Without missing a beat she fired back at her evil foe, but not with a fist or a foot, no she summoned an abundance of her super strength into her thumb and index finger then "power thumbed" her on the forehead. Islamica ambled back. It was something more of a psychological ploy than a physical one; to show her nasty nemesis she was far too powerful for her to contend with.

"I graciously offered you my chin for your best punch, not a low blow you cheap shot artist. You're soooooo totally gonna pay for that now" The Might of America swore with conviction in her honeyed tone. Lady America closed the distance between them and hiked her boot up toward Islamica's lady parts to avenge her own, but it was all a ruse to draw her opponent's defenses elsewhere. Lady instead leaped into the air at the last moment, cocked her super strong fist back, then sent it forward like a missile loosed from its pad. The Super Man Punch made famous by mixed martial artist fighter George St. Pierre and professional wrestler Roman reigns decades ago visited Islamica right between the eyes.

"Now where were we before you started playing your little tricks? Oh yeah... who are you, what are you, how many others like you are there, and where are they? Tell me now then surrender because trust me, whatever your cockamamie plan is won't work. Not on my watch. Not on my soil." In classic fashion, Lady America stood with her fists on her hips.

Little did Islamica know, Lady's interrogation and demands and pose were a ruse. With the Arab's attention fully on her, America's Mightiest Warrior conjured two large elemental fists about 7 feet by 7 feet size some distance behind Islamica and suddenly brought them down Hammer Fist style upon her head and shoulders. The attack was relentless, a bombardment followed. It only ended when Lady dismissed it. The Pride of the Red, White and Blue walked forward with confidence written in every line of her body. She would soon look upon Islamica with mild curiosity, a little perplexed.

EDIT: I edited this post 10/7/15 and added some extra at the end.
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Islamica was down and on the ground. The attack was devastating and incredibly painful. but it didn't kill her, and that was where the American bitch made a mistake. Islamica took the damage, but also absorbed the energy of the attacks. She had not changed her size at all, but cold feel her strength increase dramatically.

She moved slowly on her back, her black leather dirty and scuffed, she moved her elbows under her as she lay under her foe. The blow and the fists and the pounding sh had just taken had dislodged quite a number of rocks, not to mention the chunks of concrete that lay on the ground under where Lady America had slammed. She just had to keep her attention.

As Lady asked her the questions, Islamica's suit started to clean and repair itself. As it did, the rocks behind America rose from the ground and started to spin in the tight circle, faster and faster. Another set on her right did the same. Each set spinning faster and faster until they were released and flew to their target. The first three stones slammed into the side and back of her head as other flew at her large breasts.

As that happened, Islamica saw a large coil of chain. It started to uncoil as did a coil of thick rope. Islamica slowly stood up as her healing kicked in fully and the end of the chain moved around Lady's thighs.

Islamica then had to watch, as even with her power, she could not do too much to fast with such a powerful foe. she did not want to overextend herself.
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Lady America smiled those pearly whites as her horribly outmatched adversary looked beaten and started to crawl away on her back. "Haha, where ya going heffer?" The Mighty American pointed toward the ocean. "Your home is that way, if you can make it without drowning that is. Looks like you may be too broken to fly." She taunted. The dominate American cocked her head to the side with some vexation as she saw the woman's suit cleaning and repairing it. She then looked to her own and saw it was still dirty and those disrespectful boot prints were still on her precious flag across her chest.

"No fair! Your suit cooler than mine!" she stated with a smidgen of annoyance. "But they should have given you some more power instead, because you're severely lacking in it right now." She stalked her prey as she continued to crawl. Lady America playfully flinched at her, pretending to attack but withdrawing. Out of nowhere a stone flew into her temple at high speed, catching Lady America in mid feint kick. Even with her super speed and reflexes she couldn't stop it or the other two that simultaneously careened into her head at high velocity.

With her force field down and inoperable, the stones did rattle her some, pain exploded through her brain case and neck. On pure reflexive instinct alone she was able swat two more stones out of the air that were heading toward her breasts, the rocks exploding into a cloud of whatever they are made of in mid air. However, she wasn't able to defend against the last one that collided with her left breast. She shrieked as stinging pain floored her mammary briefly before dissipating. Even worse she fell prone suddenly. It had all happened so fast that even she couldn't contend with the offensive.

At first she thought she'd fell due to the force impact of the rocks that caught her off guard and flat footed. It wasn't until a second or two later that she felt a hard yank around her sexy, muscular thighs that pulled them together with tight force. That was the source of her woe. It was a very large, thick, heavy coil of chain that had wrapped around her strong pillars. She only glanced at it briefly and flexed outwardly with her legs as she snapped her head toward Islamica to keep her in her sights. A look of surprise washed over Lady America's pretty face. She had expected the chain to bust apart upon her flex but it didn't. She snapped her head back toward her legs and found that the chain itself was long, very long, and was still curling around her with incredible speed. The Mighty American had indeed busted several of the links to loosen its grip on her but the pace for which it was still coiling around her made up the difference and then some, plenty.

It donned on her that the toughness of the chain and the telekinesis that was reinforcing it had rendered her in quite the unfavorable predicament. She rolled onto her back and sat up. She saw the excess length to her right and reached for it. If she could get to it, she could easily severed it from the rest of the chain before it too could join in on the wrappage action going on. Then she could unravel herself she hoped.
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Islamica saw the move as well, she could not let lady America get to the chain. She had to get those arms next. The coils around Lady America's thighs tightened slightly as more chain circled her legs and feet. As Islamic was now fully healed and could commit fully to the takedown. She sent two large rocks strait at Lady America's head to hopefully focus her attention away from the chain. The rocks made a "whosshing" sound this time as wire from the power lines was pulled down and like a fast snake flew quickly to Islamic's right wrist and started to circle it and pull her arm back to her side.

Islamica stayed out of fist range as she made the wire tighten over her foe's wrist.
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It took only a short moment before lady's plan was hampered by two large stones hurtling her way. She growled and threw up her hands to bring her elemental powers into fruition. The stones slowed down some but not quite enough; islamica's telekinesis was a tad too strong.

So instead she double punched them to smithereens when they got within fist range. Little did she know it was a distraction by the desert fox. Before she could even think of going after the chain again, power line wire wrapped around her wrist like a deadly snake. It pulled her arm to her side with freakish speed and strength.

Summoning a mighty roar and a surge of super strength, America's Finest began to overpower the wire and yanked and pulled mightily, gaining the upper hand slowly but surely.

With her other hand free, Lady America strained her torso and arm to its limit and managed to finally grasp the excess legnth of chain.
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The one end of the wire was still wrapped around her wrist. the other end free, but not for long as the free end wrapped arond Lady America's other wrist as her hand grabbed the chain. The thick wire coiled arond her wrist like a snake at the distance between her hands was shortened as the coiling wire took up the slack shortly. The chains wrapping over and over on her legs.

A long pipe flew up from the building and sailed to the american heroine, the long pipe coming right at her tight abs, but then changing course and driving right for her american crotch.
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"Nooo," Lady America grunted as the other wire swooped in and compromised her plans. It was the first verbal indicator of worry since the battle began, and hopefully it would be the last. The muscular dynamo's arms and forearms bulged outward with high intensity, the curves and knots of impressive musculature seeming on the verge of busting right out of her super suit. Then she heard, saw, and felt the dreadful CLUNK of the final portion of chain wrapped around her legs and feet.

Mild panic set in and she went to work on the wires again. The Mightiest American felt the wire give in to her strength some and "OOOOMMMFFF!" she wailed - out of nowhere a long pipe flung from the building she crashed into earlier walloped against her lovely lady parts.The blow dazed her drastically. The pain was horrendous and lingered a little longer than her fast healing properties normally allow. Lady's power play to bust free of her binds sank along with her body, which retired to the ground. The cheeks upon her face puffed in and out wildly like a fish out of water; she couldn't catch her breath.

From across the airfield, nestled in the tree line per Lady's orders from earlier, armed soldiers and citizen stood by in shock. Trepidation was casting a cloud over them. "Sir! We need to do something. She's hurting our Lady. Let us light that haji bitch up." The tall, handsome, lanky Sergeant Boyd yelled at the wise old portly General Carson. The General peered through his binoculars and shook his head. "Stand down, Sergeant. That haji bitch has a suit made similar to our Lady's. Perhaps it is even more advanced. It is bullet proof like Lady America's. Spraying her full of lead would just waste our ammo. And besides, Lady said she would give us the command to fire or signal us to go ahead, and she hasn't done either."

Sergeant Boyd bit his lip to refrain from cussing out his superior but still sought to talk sense into him. "Sir, I understand, but I am pretty sure if she could speak right now, which she can't, she'd be screaming for us to lite her up. If her hands weren't bound she'd be giving us all kinds of hand signals. I'm sure of it." General Carson mulled over things for a moment. Sergeant Boyd made some valid points but lighting the Arabic woman up wasn't the way to go about it. He had another plan. "Sergeant, we aren't firing on the haji bitch, but aim your 240 on those chain links that have our Lady compromised. The suit it bullet proof. Might hurt her a little but the links should break. Just don't shoot her in the damn face, Mr. Triggerhappy. What are you waiting for? Fuckin' fire."

Sergeant Boyd was already on it. He pressed the trigger of the medium sized machine gun and a powerful stream of fire flew across the field in a matter of a second. Dirt, rocks, clunks of metal and other debris engulfed Lady America mostly from the waist down. The American Warrior Woman screamed bloody murder at the sudden "support" she was gifted with. The bullets were eating away the links rapidly and smacking against her bullet proof suit. It held up nicely but the force of impact still sent waves of pressure and pain echoing through her tissue. For a moment Lady America completely vanished in the plume of debris that formed, then abruptly reappeared in flight a few feet away. Her hands were still bound by the wire but her legs were free and shaking off the last bits of chain.

She spotted Islamica and had no other plan except to crash into her at full flight and cave her damn head in with double ax handle smashes. She flew toward her with truculent force and got within close distance of her.
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Islamica stood there and watched the gunfire, the cloud form and the patriotic pussy fly into the air, her legs free, but not her arms. She then saw the woman hurl straight at her.

"I wonder if she expects me to move, or vanish? She thought to herself as she stood there calmly as Lady America closed in on her. She still had some debris around, but if she was going to make this bitch suffer she needed better thing to hit and bind her with. But the chain held her and had to be fired off. She went over in her mind the map of the base and knew what each of the buildings contained. There were three together that held machinery and things to repair them. She wold send Lady America there.

The how was incredibly easy.

Islamica had trouble manipulating live objects. But the thick wire around Lady's arms was a different matter. That she controlled. She waited and waited as the woman got closer, she wanted to see the look on her face when she changed her plan for her. Lady America aimed right for her, but at the last second she saw the black clad woman move her hand and the wire around her wrists obeyed and she flew to the side of the woman and then started to fly in a tigtht circle, the wire on her wrists tightening as she was spun faster and faster. She lost track of her location and then felt her writs pulled to the ground. She dove headfirst into the roof, and then though the roof of a building. Lady America landed hard onto the roof of a truck inside the large building.

Islamica with sped followed her to the building,
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Her countrymen cheered as Lady America flew bravely at Islamica despite still being bound at the wrists. They knew as well as she did, and perhaps Islamica too, that even bound in such a way she would still wipe the floor with the Arab heffer if she got near her. Those cheers were promptly snuffed out when they saw what happened next.

Drawing in close with Islamica, Lady America knew she had to find a way to choke her out with the very wire she had hindered her with. It didn't seem too hard a task. Lady was stronger, speedier, and flew faster. The only things her Islamic foe had going in her favor is the ability to use objects to do her bidding for her and an incredibly ability to take large doses of damage. Islamica had refused to engage in hand to hand combat due to cowardice or smarts depending on how one would view it, but she was about to have no other choice but to engage womano-e-womano.

Or so Lady thought.

In the twinkling of an eye her course was rerouted by the simplest of hand gestures from her nemesis. Despite her ability to fly better and faster than her, Lady America wound up surprised and dismayed at being twirled around and around like she was Islamica's cheer leading baton and effectively power slammed telekinesis style through two roofs before coming to a stop atop a truck she had just dented from the fall.

If this battle was going off of a points system Islamica would be ahead by a good margin. That line of thinking was far from the Mightiest American as the throbbing pain in her brain and neck subsided slowly and allowed her to focus her vision. As she lay there on her back looking up, she saw her foe sneering down at her from the hole in the roof of the building.

"What the matter, heffer? Too afraid to fight me hand to hand even when I'm bound?" She yelled up at her.

Lady sat up and took flight but fell flat on her face. Her flight had failed. She hadn't even taken off. The Pride of the Red, White, and Blue shuffled her bound wrists to the belt built into her suit and noticed the button to augment her flight capabilities had been ripped off somewhere along the way. Perhaps from the roof collision or worse, Islamica had done it telekenetically.

Lady America rolled off the truck and landed on her feet looking around feverishly. She tried once again to flex out of the strong, thick contraption around her wrists but the material as well as the telekenesis reinforcement proved a daunting task to overcome for the time being, though she could feel a little progress being made. She just needed time.

She took a quick glance around to see if she could use her elemental powers but the sad reality struck her. The building was metal inside and out. The floor was a solid slab of concrete covered by objects, trucks, and other things heavy. She had already used her major stuff to defeat the Islamic armies on the East Coast earlier. She needed to get outdoors around loose rocks, busted pavement, the water. Line of sight was key. And from what she could tell there was no window nearby. The next best option was the door or.. hell with it.. she could just super speed through the nearby wall. It'll hurt but she'd recover quick and have some advantage.
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Islamica quickly surveyed the building and her foe. The woman was still cuffed by the wire, which was now entwining itself, the small wires that make up the larger wire interlacing, making the wire cuff stronger. The black-clad woman smiled as she saw the building. There were little natural elements in the room. Perfect for her, bad for her foe. Islamica knew Lady would want to get out of there as soon as possible. She saw Lady make a B-line for the wall.

Islamica glanced at a large metal case and slid it in front of her path. the Six foot tall, one large door, metal case that held the wrenches the machinist used slid right in front her her quickly. She slammed into the cae at full speed unable to stop.

As she moved the case, Islamica saw a large crane overhead with a hook at the end. She quickly swung the hook at Lady America.

"Enjoy your metal sandwich, bitch."She thought.
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Lady America plowed into the unforseen metal case standing just as tall as her and much wider at full pelt. The impact was painful and unusually damaging. Her continued momentum moved the case back a few feet before they came to a stop with her leant against it. The only silver lining that came from the ordeal was that the case's door had been dented in hard enough that it came ajar, giving the struggling super heroine a peek inside.

Her heavenly blue eyes were guided by the unseen hand of fate toward a pair of heavy duty military grade wire cutters. It was exactly what she needed. Using her enhanced speed she quickly snatched them with her bound hands and *WHAAAM* the flat side of the Crane's hook careened into her back. She screamed. Air was driven from her leaving her sucking for oxygen. It was very painful despite her fast healing, which was starting to become a little delayed now. Her legs wanted to drop her to the floor. In fact the only thing keeping her in place was islamica herself, who liked the metal sanwhich she created. The wire cutters fell from Lady America's hands.

Islamica had made a mistake though. In her eagerness to pounce, she had overstretched her telekinesis power. She was now concentrating on three different objects, two of which were huge. The crane hook alone took quite a lot mental strain, especially to keep it held against the American like this.

Because of this, Lady America felt the powerful telekinesis force leave the extra tough wires around her wrists. She instantly brought a desperate show of herculean strength upon her wrists and secured her freedom from them. Normally she would be able to use her enhanced Strength to power out of the metal sanwhich with ease but islamica had proved once again that was easier said than done. And so the American struggled to push away her barriers, screaming at and cussing her nemesis through gritted, pained teeth.
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Islamica berated herself for overextending, but now she only had the massive hook pressed against her foe. And that let quite a bit of her power for her to use. She looked around and saw hat some of the tools had spilled out from the cabinet, and also a rack of large hammers and drills on another rack. A plan once agains formed. One by one, she flung the tools out from the cabinet to the far wall and back again and at Lady America's head, repaying the favor of the punches the heroine sent to her before. As they slammed one after the other she moved the hook part of the large hook to between her nylon clad legs, setting it firmly to her crotch. A large length of chain broke off from a coil and flew to the hook and Lady America. It wrapped around her body and the back of the hook tightly.

Islamica then sent a large hammer to the back of the hook to slam the hook home and hard to her back. As the hammer hit, she lifts the hook up off the floor quickly.
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Although sandwiched, Lady America was making progress. She could feel the metal sandwich slowly, stubbornly yielding to her strength despite it being reinforced by the awesome power of Islamica's telekinesis. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw a monkey wrench fly at her. She hammer fist it to pieces. Another tool flew at her, then another, and another and they wouldn't stop. The Mightiest American smashed several of them to bits but a few connected and surprisingly knocked her for a loop a little bit.

In a mad grab to take back control of things, the Pride of the Red, White and Blue spotted a tool tray still in the large case and nabbed it up with one hand while fending off the flying weapons with the other. Using her enhanced strength and speed she hurled it with murderous resolve toward her Islamic nemesis. Scores upon scores of metallic tools and things pelted the Arab woman like a sudden sleet storm. Only then did Lady America notice the crane's hook had navigated down and positioned itself between her legs. The top of the hook, that menacing pointed thing normally meant for hooking and hefting heavy objects, rose to her abdominals.

Lady's plan to grab and push it away or otherwise remove herself from it was immediately nipped in the bud by the huge heavy duty chain that flew into action, attaching itself to the back of the hook before angrily wrapping around the American's midsection and snatching her backwards into a sitting position on the curve of the hook. At the same time a jolt rang out from behind the crane and hook and sent a shockwave of pain through Lady's indomitable body. Before Lady could formulate another thought she felt herself being lifted into the air a little bit.

America's Finest went to work quickly on the enormous links of the chain which were about 6 inches across. The chain was superbly crafted like the one previously, clearly it seemed like an item used to help lift heavy cars, trucks, and other objects. Undeterred, Lady America ripped into the links like a starving man would a fresh meal. The American's legendary strength flourished for a moment as she ripped away link after link like they were nothing more than bag of chips being opened. But so much of it had already wrapped around her so quick that, to her, it seemed like she was making no ground as she ripped away at it in a frustrated rage.
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'Mmmm... is the American Bitch in truble?" Islamica said as she looked at her foe eight feet off the floor. She smiled as she twisted the chain holding her up making her turn in place.

"Like a red, white and blue mobile..." She said as a hammer broke from the wall and slammed into the back of Lady America's head. The same hammer flew and struck her thigh, turning her a bit faster, then it hit her shoulder and then her thigh, then her shoulder, spinning her faster and faster. As she spins, Islamica take a mental hold of the hook and starts to move that in a circle. Each revolution getting faster and faster as Lady spins.

Islamica waits for the right moment and releases the hook from the chain.

"fly.. American slut... "

The hook, with Lady America chained to it slams hard in the steel reinforced wall
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For the first since since the encounter began, Islamica spoke to her, and of course it was to taunt. Lady America ceased her link ripping escapade and unleashed a mighty wad of spit onto the Arab bitch as she was turned to face her. "Soon as this red, white, and blue mobile gets off this hook she's gonna run your ass over, you-" *THUNK* the undetected hammer blast to the back to the head cut her off mid sentence. She growled as the small amount of pain muscled through her pain reduction properties.

All of a sudden she was being spun around and around, a hammer pinging her painfully over and over again; it coupled with the inertia involved started to give the Mightiest American a small dose of vertigo. Fortunately, Lady America had enough wherewithal in her enhanced senses to catch sight of the hammer coming in for another blow and trapped it against her thigh.

From there the Red, White and Blue warrior embraced the suck and tucked the hammer between her forearm and the chain bindings across her abdomen that held her in place. "AHHHHH!" America's Finest wailed as the vibrations from the hook slamming into the wall reverberated through her vagina first, then up her torso and all across. She could even feel the vibrations in her teeth.

But now she saw her chance to strike. Employing her enhanced strength and speed once more, Lady America sent the hammer flying into Islamica with the wrath of Thor. From there she busied herself once again with yanking apart the super thick and heavy duty links. This time, however, she was not foolish. Instead of tossing them aside she started using them as metallic projectiles. Using the same power and speed as she did with the hammer, Lady America fired link after link at her Arab foe.

"Yeah! Haha. You're not Trinity, bitch. This isn't the Matrix." She roared with much vigor, despite still being in a less than favorable position.
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Islamica took the first hammer to the stomach and that pushed her back, but she got up slowly and was standing when the links started to slam into her breasts, body and thighs, each time knocking her on her back or forcing her to take a step back. but always getting up and moving forward. Pushed back, and moved forward. Soon she was not pushed as far back as her steps forward.

She seems to get a bit bigger as she got closer, her legs more muscular, arms more toned as she kept coming closer to Lady America.

"That all you got, woman.... a few chains... still got my boots on your breasts... good.. it will match the palm print I will put on your ass when I put your pathetic body over my knee."

The words came out slow, but strong as she got to 15... 10 feet of the heroine.

"Better have more than that.. Girl America..."

she fixed her in her gaze.

"got anything else.. girl?" she finished 8 feet from her.
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Lady America's relentless chain tossing slowly but surely waned as she took notice of its gradual ineffectiveness. It came just in time too. The excess of it fell to the ground, she had freed herself, and it was time to put promises into action.

What she didn't expect is the physical appearance of Islamica, now seemingly bigger in tone and muscle, but still smaller... at least that is what it looked like from a distance. Nothing she couldn't handle, but certainly a thing to keep a mindful eye on.

"Put me over you knee huh? Spankings? Hook attempts to the crouch? Are you sure you are here to defeat me in the name of Allah and the Caliphate or are you just some horny ass freak show using Islam as an excuse to get your kink on?"

Lady shook her head and jumped off the hook. She stood up to her full 6 foot height and slowly began to move toward her Islamic nemesis, her iconic American Flag cape lifting slightly as a steady breeze comes in from the hole in the roof.

"How are you going to do all that when you have broken hands and a fist embedded in that bag of smashed assholes you call a face?"

The Pride of the Red, White, and Blue kept keen visual on the objects around her as she ever so slowly walked toward her foe, who surprisingly seemed less afraid to be in close proximity with the American now. Lady stopped 8 feet from her and smiled sinisterly. She slowly closed her fists into tightly rolled white knuckles, a audible crack and pop echoing through the building.

"Let me guess, this is where you turn invisible or throw obj-" Lady America suddenly blurred forward using her super speed and nailed her with a overhand right, then proceeded to unleash a volley of speedy, powerful punches that came in bunches, aimed from forehead to midsection.
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Islamica did her best to dodge and deflect the blows to her forehead and midsection. She felt the pain of each blow, and was gettign dizzy as the blows struck her head. She stayed calm as the hard blows slammed into her. She felt herface geeting blooduy and her abs being damaged. But the energy of the blows also flowed into her. She concentrated on staying awake, letting her healing ability keep her internal organs undamaged. she would take care of her face later.

Lady did not seem to tire as the brrage continued. However as she attacks, Lady paid no attentrion to any sortt of defense. Her abs and breasts were easy targets as her ego toook over.

Islamica waited until she felt a fist slam again into ehr abs and then drove a hard fist into Lady's abs. She was rewarded with a soft:

"ohhhh..." from the woman.

Islamica say a surprised look come over her face and then slammed her right fist into her breast, and then her left fist into her chin.
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It was too easy for the American. The Arab menace had made the same exact mistake all villains do. She'd thought the heroine was down and out enough to finish her off using her own strong suit against her - hand to hand combat. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Silly villain.

A sparkly smile dominated Lady America's unblemished face as she tore into "Jihadi Jane" like she was nothing more than a punching bag - a piece of simple equipment for her to let out her frustrations on. The Mightiest American even did the Ali shuffle and did the old theatrical windmill motion with her far arm while doing so, then sent it forward in a uppercut motion to the evil Islamist's tummy.

It connected but so did the jarring punch to the bread basket her foe dealt to her. Unlike earlier when the two engaged in very limited hand to hand strikes, this one was much more powerful and doubled her over. Air fled from her lungs as the second punch struck her right breast, sending a stinging, agonizing pain through it.

Islamica capped off the combo with a hard uppercut to the chin that stiffened Lady upright with a jolting pain through her face and sent her teetering back against the side of the truck. For a short moment she actually saw stars and little dancing array of colors. But as quickly as they appeared she shook them off with a single sharp wag of the head.

A smile crept across the American's face as she glared at Islamica.

"If I wanted a kiss, I would have visited my grandmother" she taunted in a bid to tell how utterly feeble Islamica's salvo was.

Lady super sped toward her foe but to her amazement Islamica did the same to her. The pair met in a blurry clash and went round and round in a awkward entanglement of flailing limbs and verbal obscenities. It resembled a catfight and dance more than fist for fist combat. As the shenanigans drew to a close, the pair wound up fighting for control of the other's wrists; the first stage one must take in such close proximity to establish their dominance and impose their will.

They wound up with both hands interlocked with their opponent's in the age old time honored test of strength. Lady America salivated in the thought of breaking the evil bitch's wrists and pressed on.
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Islamica felt the woman's power as she gripped her fingers. She smiled to herself thinking that the more her foe pressed down, the stronger she would make her.

"ohh... think you can take me.." She said as she moved right to her, her hands meshed with Lady America, to ensure they were linked together.

"mmm... you will pay for all you have done...you will suffer American cow..." She says as she briefly considers using her power now, but seeing the look of arrogance on her foe's face makes her rethink and to feed her ego a bit.

"ohhh..you.. bitch..." Islamica grunts as she moves down slowly, her knees giving way a bit as she feels Lady America bear down. Her hands bend back a bit as he moves slowly to one knee.
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Lady America swelled with confidence when her jihadist enemy moved to her in a vain attempt to make the test of strength competitive. And with Islamica slowly lowering, her face lined up perfectly with Lady's breasts, which the American swiftly shoved right into the evil woman's veiled face. "America! Fuck yeah! Kiss the flag, bitch." Having her foe trapped body to body, the Mightiest American rubbed her flag covered chest back and forth as if to use Islamica's cloth and face as nothing more than a rag to wipe away those disrespectful boot prints she left on her earlier.

"You terrorist scum like to rattle off verses from your holy book, huh?" Lady poured on the power as the woman's trash talk only added fuel to Lady America's fire. "Well here's one for ya; I can do all things through Christ whom strengthens me." By no means an actual Christian, the Pride of the Red, White and Blue knew quoting any type of non Islamic holy scripture would add severe insult to injury, especially one stemming from the religion Islam hates the most.

After spouting that off, Lady America bore down an immense showing of strength and her face lit up with all the excitement one could muster in a face as Islamica slowly wilted and succumbed to the awesome might of the Paragon of Patriotism.

"Now let me here that sweet sound of wrist breaking...." Attempting to do as promised, Lady manipulated her foe's hands in place and was set to make good on her words.
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Islamica held her position as she felt her wrists being bent back. she kept calm as she sunk down a bit lower as the American bore down. She felt the breasts rubbed over her face, they were large, firm, but the material was incredibly thin and as her face was pressed into her breasts, she felt the distinctive bump of her nipple.

"mmm.. you bitch.." she said, muffled by the firm flesh. "Let's see how you do with pain."

Her hands suddenly became strong, her wrists locked hard and the slowly started to bend forward a Islamica gripped Lady America's fingers and squeezed them hard as she slowly started to move off her knees.

she did not forget those proud breasts and sank her teeth hard onto the right nipple of her foe. Biting down hard on the thin material covering her nipple.
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Just when Lady America was about to put the exclamation point on another victory, Islamica surged back to life. All of Lady's momentum came to a sudden halt. Despite her lauded strength and unmatched skill, the American found herself confounded when the Arab's wrists and body were flexed and firm, denying her anything more she wished to distribute.

"What the hell.. AHH!" A short yelp escaped her lips as Islamica clamped hard on Lady's hands and fingers. America's Finest tip toed in place a little bit to help deal with the affliction, then tried to power out of the master grip, but to her despair she found out she couldn't. It was inconceivable to her. Nobody could match her strength. Nobody. Yet here this vile evil terrorist was somehow doing it.

"N-no. Stay down, bitch. I'm just toying with toy." It was a lie she hoped Islamica would believe. Turns out the Arab woman had a good bullshit detector as one of her powers and and not only disobeyed the lawful command of the American but upped the ante. Despite having a veil covering her entire face, she managed to get enough bite on Lady's right breast to hold on to.

"OOOOWWWW!!!" And just like that, Lady America lost her body position. She hulked and strained and endured the nipple pain in a body quaking and muscle straining bid to quell the jihadist's stunning comeback, but as the seconds passed Lady America slowly began to lower toward the ground on one knee.

The Pride of the Red, White and Blue violently shook her head in denial. "NO! NO NO NO NO! NOOO I will not bend the knee to you, bitch", but the look of trepidation on her face told another story. Still, that good ole never say die American spirit showed itself true as Lady heaved and shoved every which way she could with her powerful physique, and did manage to at least dislodge her breast from Islamica's chompers, but she was still up shit creek.

Lowered and in a highly vulnerable position still, Lady American refused to succumb, but perhaps it was only a matter of time.
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Islamica smiled as she slowly stood up, moving the one knee off the ground and slowly straightening her legs as she tightened her grip on Lady America's hands and bent them back slightly.

"I will not stop until you are kneeling before me American Bitch." She said as she stood tall as Lady America's knee was on the ground. Her hands bent back as Islamica held them bent, but not increasing the pressure. she had the woman where he wanted her. On a knee and beneath her, there was no need to expend energy that way. She looked down at the face of her foe, that seconds ago was so cocky, now with a tinge of fear in her eyes.

The black clad beauty held her there and then in a stunningly swift motion drove her knee up, hard and fast into her foe's chin. She felt a firm contact as he knee connected. She did not rest as she bent her leg and drove her boot hard between her breasts, letting her dirty bot print join the two others that was there. she saw the look of surprises at the move on the face of Lady America.

As she felt her boot sink in a bit as the air rushed out of Lady America's lungs, she pulled up hard and fast on her held hands, standing her up. She had to do this fast before her foe recovered. Islamica slammed her foot into her toned abs with some of her stored power. The force of the blow sent her foe backwards into a wall, creating a large dent in the metal wall.
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Lady America whimpered as she did the unthinkable. Unable to mount a comeback, she dropped to one knee when her surge was denied by her opponent. The other knee followed, leaving her dropped on both knees before the evil cretin. Gone were the cocky words. No longer could she boast of her might, for she had been bested and bowed in humiliating submission. Vanquished was the look of defiance and rage, it had been replaced by a look of pain and awe and even a small glint of fear.

There was only one thing to do at this point. Start looking for ways out of this horrifying position. Islamica's knee to the chin beat her to the thought and rocked her head back violently. The Mightiest American felt a dull crunch in her mouth followed by a wave of pain and the taste of warm copperish fluid. She was bleeding. She also felt two teeth floating around in there too. Reeling, she was unable to think or act as the Arab menace stomped the air out of her chest and yanked her upwards like a rag doll.

Busy gulping for air she no longer had, Lady America was defenseless as Islamica delivered a mind blowing kick to her tummy that bent her and sent her into flying into a metal wall. Unlike earlier when the same thing happened, Lady America didn't storm out from the dented cavern and rush toward her attacker, she slowly slid out of the crater and collapsed onto both knees, then fell forward flat on her face. Her arms and legs went far and wide and the only signs of life for the briefest moment came from the shallow rise and fall of her back as her body coped with the air loss.

Thankfully her recovering ability kicked in after an alarming pause and she got to her hands and knees quickly. Her vision came back into good condition and she could see the exit door not far from her. If she could bust out of here she could use the line of sight with the elements to bring this terrorist bitch down. She spat out some blood and the two teeth, then froze as her eyes spotted the evil one's black boots directly under her.

She instinctively punched upward with a surge of that All American awesome power and aimed a cunt punch right at her private area.
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Her fist was grabbed inches from her target by the powerful hand of her foe.

"Stupid bitch. did exactly what i thought you would do." Islamica said as she pulled up on Lay America's wrist, lifting the heroines head up and into the perfect position. Lady America had no time to react when a streak of black flew across her face and then she felt the side of a boot slam into her head as her held hand was released. Her head and body spun to the right and she flopped on the floor once again, her arms and legs out, her head ringing slightly.

She started to get to her knees when she felt the stomp of a boot on her ass and she was pushed back down.

"down.. wimp... I will tell you when you can get up!"

"mmm..." she groaned as her arms were pulled behind her back and held their with one hand as her hair was pulled sharply back, lifting her chest off the ground. The speed of her foe surprising her.

"No..." she said as she moved her arms off her back. Lady America had gotten them as far as her sides when she felt Islamica's arms wrap around her body, pinning her arms to her sides as she was lifted up to her feet by the woman who was now as tall as she was. Her arms around her chest under her breasts. She saw the gloved hand as of her foe locked together as she felt the arms tighten around her body.
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Her head was spinning. Everything around her was twirling. Throbbing pain pulsated through her head as she was hoisted into the air and placed into a bear hug from behind, with her arms trapped to the her own sides. "Unnnngf" she groaned out barely, as her arms and ribs were slowly being forced inward in a crushing mode. Lady looked down and noticed the woman had some form of elasticity ability. Islamica's arms had wrapped around them four times, covering the American from chest to abdomen. It felt like the world's biggest boa constrictor had struck. Lady could feel the terrifying woman's elongated muscles moving and flexing with ungodly power.

Lady America used her super strength to flex outward but the unthinkable happened. She didn't get anywhere. Didn't move a single bit. Not one inch. Not one centimeter. Earlier in the battle she was able to at least use her strength to move around enough to buy her some time, or to out power the Arab menace outright. Not anymore. Lady's mouth and eyes bulge out in panic and in affliction as the squeeze was becoming more powerful. She stretched her legs and feet toward the floor, trying to get some sort of purchase, but found none. More panic set in. She started to kicked hectically with her feet in a feeble effort to do... something. Whatever it was didn't work.

The Mightiest American whimpered and moaned and even sobbed a little bit in her agony. For a few moments she seemed ready to accept defeat. She stopped struggling and just let her adversary have her way. She whimpered some more, so pathetically, then her head dipped low and listless..... before flying up and back right into the mandible of her nemesis. Again and again she reverse headbutted the terrorist bitch until the grip on her loosened enough for her to shrug them away with a powerful flex. She had played possum perfectly.

Freed, Lady America didn't stand and fight anymore. She made a mad dash at the exit door and ran right through it to outside the building, where she had been needing to get to so desperately. Out here she could use her powers of the elements. As soon as she collapsed outside, she started concentrating on the rocks and gravel nearby. Nothing happened. Not a single pebble moved on her command. She fumbled at the button on her belt that attuned her into the elements.

It was gone.

"No. oh god no. no no no no no no!!!"

Flightless. Force Field less. And now element less. Lady America still had her core super powers though. It will have to do. She slowly stood up to her enemy and just shook her head somewhat in awe of the ungodly freak of Islam.
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Islamica walked through the opening in the wall. "Missing something, American bitch? That lovely belt, perhaps?' I am afraid that you accidentally left it in the workshop. I can let you go and get it..."

She turns and waves her hand at the hole. The metal shards move back into place, re-sealing the wall behind her.

"Ohhh. no..I guess you will have to fight me without it."

She smiled as she moved slowly closer. "But for a big bad bitch, that won't be a problem." She kept moving slowly, her hips swaying back an forth as she kept her gaze fixed on the woman. "Think you can take me..."

A hammer whizzed by Lady America's head rm behind and flew into Islamica's. hand.

"Time to have some fun."

She threw the hammer at her head. Lady America moved her head out of the way. Islamica used the distraction to fly quickly to her foe, her fist outstreatched. The black clad, and now powered fist slammed home into the patriotic uniform and abs of her foe.
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As Islamica sealed the opening shut and slowly moved toward the mighty American, the Pride of the Red, White and Blue did something she had never done before. She took a step back. Then another. And another. She continued her "tactical retreat" and darted her eyes left and right, trying to find something, anything to use against this hulking behemoth of a terrorist. Yet again no bravado came from Lady America. No witty verbal comebacks as Islamica rattled off taunts and insults.

When she noticed her foe lift her hand up, Lady dodged out of way, knowing some type of object was already in flight toward her. That's when Islamica foolishly flung the hammer at her again. America's Finest snatched it out of the air, her body spinning a full 360 degree rotation to wrestle it into her control, but before she could use it to bash her rival's head in, that evil black clad fist drove deep into her gut.

Lady America doubled over the woman's fist as the jihadist followed through with the punch, lifting upward at the end of the movement. The patriotic superheroine remained clung on her fist, draped over it like cloth on a clothesline for the entire trip. Islamica then pulled her fist back to her side, Lady America plummeting to the ground from a good six feet in the air. She immediately balled her body into a fetal position, grunting and groaning and whimpering.

Islamica roamed freely around the fallen heroine. It was like watching a a wild animal circle its prey unabated until finally deciding to strike. It was almost as if the terrorist was playing with her food so to speak. Chuckling, the Arab menace bent over to talk some more trash, but was taken by surprise by the super resiillent Lady America. The American suddenly wrapped her powerful, thick, muscular legs around Islamica's neck in a Triangle Choke, then grabbed the woman by the wrists, securing them in tight control whilst trying with every fiber of her pained being to deprive her of oxygen.
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Islamica smiled, looking down at her.

"You poor bitch..." She said as she tensed her neck muscles, giving her a bity more air as her fingers grew and encircled Lady America's hands, keeping her hands locked in place.

"Forget I can fly?" Islamica said as she flew up ten feet like a shot and then dropped down just as fast to the ground, moving her boot to the chest of her foe, pushing down a bit as Lady America took the brunt of the hit as her back and head hit the ground first.

"Let's try that again. " She said as she felt the legs around her neck loosen. She surged up higher to forty feet and turned her body, her neck still entwined so both feet her on her breasts as she again dove down. The firm grip on Lady America's hands keeping her helplessly in place as again her back hit hers, the boots of Islamica driving into her breasts, the stiletto heels like dull spikes into her breasts.

Islamica felt the legs loosened and knew she could free herself, but she wanted this bitch to pay. She surged up once again an then came down the fastest of the three times, but at the last second Isamica curved out of the dive and twisting her body once again, pushed her scissors head to Lady America's chest, the patriotic legs moving with her, as Islamica tucked her head under Lady america's and she flew into the side of a bunker, the red,. white and blue heroine's head taking the brunt of the impact.
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Lady was helpless after the first slam and wasn't really alert or present in mind during the second and third time. Islamica had already proved her point but seemed content in making it an exclamation point. Her vision blurred, back and head badly hurt, consciousness teetering, Lady was left defenseless as her bigger, stronger, faster foe had her way with her and drove her head first into the side of a bunker.

The pair disappeared into a giant cloud of cinder and debris. It was like a mini explosion. The American contingent on high alert and higher ground stood ready to pounce, still waiting on official word to unleash hell on the inhuman terrorist that was absolutely and totally destroying their national treasure.

To their delight and cheering roars, it was Lady America, not Islamica that emerged first. Pushing a piece of the bunker over her head just barely, the trembling, bloody, wobbly superheroine dumped it to the side and crawled out of the crater of cinder. She crawled on her hands and knees to level ground. She looked a mess. Like some poor man's superheroine. Like a homeless superheroine who had just been woken up and was crawling out of their cardboard box. Her suit was dirty and tattered. Her once unblemished American Flag cape now had holes and rips and gashes all in it, like it had spent decades in horrible weather.

The world around her spun. There was a horrible pain pulsing through her cerebral cortex. Simple thinking was proving difficult. She knew she needed to get to her feet but she did not know how to make her body comply. Behind her Islmica slowly rose from the crater and descended upon her like a dark cloud over a land mass. With a easy grab and yank on Lady's infamous cape, it was removed from her body. Lady's eyes went wide in dismay, "My.. ca... cape."

The mad Arab chuckled evilly and walked around her, stopping about 7 feet in front of her and tossing the flag onto the ground in a giant, disrespectful wad. In yet another act of desecration, Islamica stomped and wiped her nasty, vile cretin feet all over it. Lady howled in anger and tried to lung at her, but her legs betrayed her and sent her crashing off to the side.

What befell Lady America's eyes next stunned her, despite knowing this enemy would stoop to any and all levels to get at her. There Islamica was, straddled over the wadded flag, feet about shoulder width apart. The evil Arab hiked up the dress of her habib and did a single squat, pausing for a moment. Next came a steady stream of foul, despicable urine. The menacing jihadist continued to literally piss on the American flag cape for what seemed like forever, indicating maybe she had been holding it in this entire time.

Lady America was fused with a fury and anger that she had never felt before. A source of vengeance that powered her mind and body to levels never before seen. Despite her current affliction, her eyes took on a almost demonic slant, her jaw became un-naturally unhinged and she let out a string of unintelligible words and sounds as she rocketed like a bat straight out of hell towards the greatest enemy she had ever known.
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"oh, did I get you upset, I am only getting started... girl."

Islamica said as waited for the right moment and as Lady America to get close, and slammed her fist into the heroine's chest. she heard a hard thud as Lady America was stopped dead by the power of he Muslim foe.

Islamica grabbed Lady America, wrapping her arms around her body, pinning her arms to her sides as the black clad beauty's arms now circled them both, getting tighter. Islamica concentrated and grew six inches. Not a great difference, but not Lady' America's boots were off the ground, her legs dangling-in mid-air as she was trapped in the black grasp of her foe.
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Lady America whimpered pathetically like a hurt little girl. She didn't bother trying to bust free using her legendary strength; her superior foe had long since crushed such a notion along with Lady's confidence. The Mightiest American looked on in awe as Islamica grew taller by six inches, her frame becoming huger and squeezing tighter. Each breath became more laborious and she swore her ribs were being snapped and crushed inside her.

As time wore on and Lady did nothing to resist, she slowly began to fade. When she did, Islamica roared in delight and began violently swinging her now smaller foe back and forth like a rag doll. Lady screamed pitifully and did the unthinakble.. begged. "Please... no.. no more... please not like this..".

Islamica suddenly stopped and seemed a bit shocked. She tilted her evil head to the side like a confused puppy. "Really? Did you, the mighty American just beg me?" Islamica delivered a brutal body slam into the ground, sending Lady a good 18 inches into the earth. "Pathetic. In the name of Allah I will suffer you more."

The Arab Menace peeled her out from the crated she'd made and dragged her by the hair like a cave man would his cave woman. Islamica picked up Lady's desecrated American Flag cape that she had urinated on earlier and shoved the filthy thing into her face and mouth. Lady American gagged and struggled feebly to get away but to no avail. After a few moments of this, Islamica curb stomped Lady America into one of the broken pieces of the stone bunker.

The Paragon of Americana went limp for a moment then started to barely move. The Arab Menace just laughed and knelt beside her, running her hand down Lady's cape-less back and winding up at the juicest, fittest, firmest, most delicious ass that has ever graced the world. Drawing her hand way, way back she paused then let out a Arab yell and SMACKED Lady right on the ass with brutalizing power and disrespect.

The impact jolted Lady America to life for a moment. She screamed and cried for a second then retired to a nearly limp position once again, but was actively trying to crawl off of the stone piece of bunker.
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I read section 1 and 2 and I'll return to read more. So far I like it a lot
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islamica drive her boot into the back of the heroine as she started to crawl away.

"You're not getting off that easy... "

She grabs her by the back of the neck and pulls her to her feet, raising her to her tip toe.

"Lady America... time to show your fans the real you.." She put her fingers to the heroine's mask. "mmm.. that comes off last." Islamica removes the right glove and then the left glove of her foe.

"Perfect nails... as i expected... let's see those American feet."

She drives her foe, chest first into the ground by her hold on her neck. shje then puts her boot on her neck and holds her down as she pulls up her right leg hard, her one hand holding her foot as she unzips the boot, feeling the muscles of the thigh tense as hey are bent backwards.

She releases the one foot and then grabs the left, pull ing it up hard and fast and removing the boot. But this time bending the leg more to Lady's head.

"such soft feet... I bet they are very senitive... are you ticklish? My new plaything?

she grabs her hair and puls her head back hard, as she moves her foot to her back, bending her in he middle.

"I asked you a question... whore!"
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Love the latest. Keep it coming! Too bad this was about all she wrote for this story...
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